“BORINGNESS has ended!” Someone yelled out as the bell rang.
My Geography lesson had just ended and now it was time for everyone’s favourite period. P.E. No one hates P.E. A person who does not like P.E is considered alien. We changed into our P.E attire before making our way down to the field to assemble.
Everyone was pretty excited on what was in store for us today. When our teacher came, everyone jumped up in joy when they knew that they were playing soccer. Soccer was probably the only common sport the class knew how to play.
As we got to our groups, I had the feeling that something would go wrong. I shrugged it off. When we decided who we were going to play with, I realized that we were playing against the strongest team which consisted of the vice-captain of the school soccer team and others with two good football feet.
You know the feeling when you are picked to play against a team which is stronger than you… It’s just… you feel cheated. And knowing me, being extremely competitive, I will not lose. When the match started, from start to end I was on my toes, running for every ball, scoring for my team.
After half-an-hour, we were 6-5 down. My friend, Dominic, was about to kick a ball up field to another guy in front. He signaled for the guy to move forward more before preparing to kick. I dashed to him right as he was about to kick. At the last minute I was supposed to jump and turn, but I was too late. He kicked the ball hard while I was running. He kicked.
What happened next was a blur. I found myself covering my face while groaning in pain.
When I opened my eyes, still in pain, I was surrounded by people. All my classmates were surrounding me, even the ones from the other match. I got to my feet. My nose was bleeding. I found my glasses on the floor. Broken ): Too bad for me.
